For human feet, yet human feet, he knew,
That burden bore, and with it dangers new.
XLVI.
Straight to the blaze they moved, and, dashing down
The leafy branches on the mounting flame,
Put out the light, and smoke and shadow brown,
In total darkness, all the glade o’ercame;
The mother shrieked; the father, with a groan,
Heard the wild cry, and stayed her sinking frame;